...again: his lifelong obsession with newts was having a physical effect on him. The longer he kept and studied the things, the more he started to look like them. “Well, Bertie, it took you long enough!” he launched, dogging my heels as I tried to make my way to the staircase. “I told you to come immediately!” “Gussie, I am not myself at the moment. I would be alone,” I remarked with a wave. “May ...
... suck up to him or just stay away from him whenever possible.” Snape stomped up the stairs. “Dumbledore isn’t impressed by toad-eaters.” “My brothers made me eat a toad once,” Richard observed, still dogging Snape’s heels. “I was sick for days. It works on Sluggy, mostly.” “Dumbledore is not Sluggy.” “Where are you going?” “To find a good spot to dispose of your corpse,” Snape snapped....
.... Their son.... Calleigh had to remember their son. Standing up, she smoothed out her shirt and started towards Calleigh’s room. “Natalia... What are you planning?” Dr. O’Conner followed close behind her, dogging her footsteps. “I’m going to see my wife. I will give her space, I will only give her information when she asks for it, but I will not leave her alone.” Natalia turned back to Dr...
Making Peter my enemy may have been a mistake, but it was certainly better than having him dogging my heels, watching my every move. His rage at Gabriel’s “death” was almost heart warming if I still had one. After what the Petrellis have done to me over the years there was no way in hell I could accept him as a partner. Freaking him out, fighting him had been the highlight of my day. Still ...
... should have tipped her off. The Scoobies were used to Spike just being around, hanging in the edges of the gang, a constant, if unwelcome presence at Buffy’s shoulder. Then suddenly he was gone, no longerdogging her for affection, or hanging around the Magic Box for a glimpse of her - because he hadn’t needed to, she came to him . What little Willow knew of the rest she’d guessed or was pieced...
...an easy thing to play with, it was all summoning but read more like evocation. It willed physical form into something utterly intagible and that was a hell of a thing. Murphy lunged forward, black smoke dogging his steps and he lodged his shoulder into Edward's midsection. That drove the man back, smacking him against the door way but it didn't last long, the vampirekicked him away, foot planted ...
...to treasure that and make sure she never had any reason to regret giving it to him. The walk back to her dorm room was a quiet room. Murphy was more interested in making sure no one and nothing was dogging their steps and Magpie seemed to be consumed by her own quiet thoughts. Still it was a nice sort of quiet, one that Murphy could enjoy for what it was. But that might have had something to do ...
... to expand Medicare coverage by opening it up to 55- to 64-year-olds has forced Republicans into an about face of sorts. Republican Senators, who for weeks have been dogging their Democratic counterparts for pursuing what they describe as drastic cuts to the Medicare program, are now making the awkward shift from ostensibly championing Medicare to fighting against its expansion. Senate ...
... during my Endofyear Exams last year :-) I'd really love your feedback! thanks in advance Above her head, gray skies started to cry, and she could hear their teardrops dancing lightly on the cobblestones, dogging her every step. Her dress was thoroughlysoaked, clinging to her skin like a diver’s wetsuit; her hair, like dripping ropes, stuck limply to the nape of her neck. She clutched the bag...
... a bank of cereal boxes, handsloosely wrapped in each other’s shirts. It’s a moment—almost—and Dean senses that he could fix things. He could drop his own fears and the aching self-hatred that’s been dogging him ever since he said yes and picked up a knife. He could turn his head to the side a little and have what he wants: one small glimmer of light in a darkened world. He could put out a hand...
